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What if John Grisham wrote a James Bond thriller starring Harry Potter? HE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN HOW COULD HE KNOW THE CLOCK STARTS TICKING THE WALLS CLOSE IN 1) Give up the fight and let himself, his friends, his loved ones, and the President of the United States die 2) Eliminate the murderous gang one by one and pull off an impossible underwater rescue WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WERE HIM? An INTERNATIONAL SUSPENSE THRILLER An ACTION MOVIE A LOVE STORY In , author John Avery picks up where his thrilling debut novel, THREE DAYS to DIE, left off and hits the accelerator in a heart-stopping narrative that carries readers into a realm of unexpected suspense and danger, overturning our most basic ideas of what is possible. BLACK COBRA The long awaited sequel to THREE DAYS to DIE (adapted from the original screenplay, THREE DAYS to DIE, by John Avery Shortlisted for Hollywoods prestigious 2010-PAGE International Screenwriting Awards). Approx 285 pages Accolades from readers of THREE DAYS to DIE: Wonderfully written. I couldnt put it down. Author really made me feel like I was a character in the book. One of the best books Ive read in awhile. Totally enjoyed this story and was sad it had to end. Would definitely recommend! John Avery opens Three Days to Die with a bang and then sprints toward the finish line taking thriller lovers on a heart-pounding, pulse- tingling ride, and he does it with style. Five Stars! Rating: 5.0 stars BLACK COBRA (Aaron Quinn thriller series, No 2) is not your typical suspense thriller, and Aaron Quinn is not your typical thriller hero. Take a look at the free preview or download a copy of BLACK COBRA and see for yourself. And dont forget to check out the first book in the series, THREE DAYS to DIE! John Averys is as pulse-pounding and high-octane as its predecessor! Jill Allen, John Avery has a hit on his hands with for sure! Dianne B. Like the spokes of a wheel, every twist and turn met together perfectly in an ending that made me say No Way and I Love It at the same time! D. B. - A great story, with tight, quick-paced writing. Kudos to you, Mr. Avery. R.B. When you begin this book, be prepared to read it through - you will not want to put it down. K.M. Wow, what a read! Thank you for gluing me to a book for the first time in years! N.B. John Avery has a hit on his hands with Black Cobra for sure! Aaron Quinn is fifteen, mature beyond his years, an orphan living quietly on his own in a tropical paradise until fate introduces him to a couple that will end up putting his life on the line. In a plot that will take him in luxury from the blue waters of the Cayman Islands to an archaic Russian submarine in the waters around San Diego, Aaron unknowingly is put in the middle of a plot to assassinate the President of the United States and anyone else who gets in the way. People from his past are popping up all around him in a kaleidoscope of coincidences. If they survive, what role will they play in his future? Aaron Quinn is like a teenaged MacGyver, creative and quick thinking! Or maybe this is how James Bond started out, cool, reasonably calm under pressure, able to get out of impossible situations, drawing the women like a magnet! Or maybe hes just himself, and John Avery should be congratulated for raising such a fine young man who is larger than life in his own quiet way, willing to share the limelight with other characters and allowing them to be developed and honed into realistic people able to evoke my feelings, good or bad. Like the spokes of a wheel, every twist and turn met together perfectly in an ending that made me say No Way and I Love It at the same time! Dianne B., * * * * * * Review From the Author

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John Avery

BLACK COBRA

For

Arthur and Kathryn

To whom I owe so much

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Earnest Hemingway

~ THE AFTERMATH ~

FridaySomewhere on the East Coast

Chapter 1

Aaron Quinn wiped the condensation from his passenger side window with the sleeve of his heavy wool overcoat and peered into the gloom. Thick clouds once again covered the moon and a light rain dampened the gray urban landscape moving past him, reminding him of a scene from a classic dystopian novel.

He and the three in the Aston Martin with him were in a collective state of shock. The positive glow of adrenaline had worn off, and the enormity of what had happened to them had sunk in.

They had just killed a man. And although the psycho deserved to die, he was dead nonetheless, probably still warm, sprawled on the cold floor back at the rundown, downtown eatery known as Sallys Diner.

Between the passing buildings Aaron could see the southern horizon, still glowing a faint red, as his and his best friend Willys former hideout, the Alton Brothers Fish Cannery, continued to smolder after the two of them had blown it to bits and burned it to the ground.

Aaron shuddered as once again the memories of the last three days chilled him like ice water through his veins.

Not thirty minutes ago, he and Willy had raced their bikes through the darkening city trying desperately to get to Sallys Diner before it was too late. He could see them throw their bikes to the sidewalk and run to peer through the diners large front window, hoping to see his mother alive.

He recalled the fleeting joy of seeing her inside, with Michael St. John, then the bloodied face and enraged eyes of their assailant. He could feel the tightness in his throat as he squeezed the trigger, the powerful recoil pushing him back as his and Willys assault rifles shattered first the diners plate-glass window then behind it the evil who would have killed them all.

Like rising flood waters, the memories consumed the space around him and he felt that soon he would drown in them like a rat in a rain barrel.

Stop thinking about it, you fool, he told himself. For Gods sake, just look out the window and watch the city go by.

He blinked hard, trying to squeeze the horrible visions out of his mind, but it was impossible. The memories were too fresh.

Chapter 2

The twenty-five-year-old redhead knockout stood alone in the bathroom of the small apartment, concentrating on the job at hand. She jumped when the door banged open then turned to see the man she had just slept with standing behind her, stark naked.

Damn you, Jason Beckham, she said. You want me to break the needle off in my arm?

Havent you had enough, Brandy? Jason said, disgusted. He stepped around her and checked his medicine cabinet. Im fresh out of Naloxone, so youre on your own if you O.D. He turned and walked back into his bedroom.

Im doing one lousy deuce, okay? Brandy said after him. Im not an idiot and that was just that one time! She released the surgical-rubber strap from her arm and tossed it, and the rest of the paraphernalia, into a ziplock bag.

Brandy hated when Jason used his patronizing tone, but at 26, a lean six-foot-two, and stunningly handsome, Jason was a vision Brandy couldnt stay mad at for long.

She followed him into the bedroom, pressing a folded tissue to the inside of her arm. Theres something Id like to talk to you about, she said.

Jason reached for his jeans. What, Johnny called and he knows youre screwing around on him?

No God no, she said. Dont even joke about that! You know as well as I do hed kill us both.

Jason had to admit that was true.

I had lunch with him today, Brandy said, and he got drunk and told me hes meeting a woman at Sallys Diner tonight.

So what? Jason said.

Are you even listening? Brandy said. I cant have Johnny hanging out with other women.

Jason found that amusing, considering what he and Brandy had just done.

And why would he tell me about it? she went on. Dont you think thats a little weird?

She had a point: Brandy and Johnny had been together for years, and as far as Jason knew (and in spite of ample opportunity), Johnny had never strayed. And even if he did he would have spared her feelings and never told her about it in the first place.

I guess it is a little odd, Jason said. Whos the woman?

I dont know, her names Ashley Quinn it doesnt matter. But I have this bad feeling about that meeting, okay? I cant shake the feeling hes in serious trouble.

Jason looked her in the eye and a sudden, visceral unease swept over him. It was common for her to come up with wildly random shit to stress about, and most of it was simply annoying; but for some reason this time he believed her.

Youre serious, arent you, he said.

Yes, Jason. Im serious.

He checked his watch. 6:58 p.m. What time were they meeting?

At 6:30, I think. I already called Needles, and Im sure he was headed over there. But that was an hour ago. He would have called me back by now if everything was okay, I mean.

Jason stepped into a pair of sandals, grabbed his sweatshirt-jacket, and without a word walked out of his apartment leaving the door wide open.

Brandy listened as he descended the stairs and exited the decaying building through the front door, and then she went to the window and watched through the rain as he crossed the street and climbed into his black Hummer. Then he drove off toward downtown.

Chapter 3

Aaron Quinn listened as the Aston Martins wiper blades tapped out their relentless rhythm, hoping to distract himself from the horrifying memories threatening his sanity. He reached for his wallet and pulled out a small photo, the one-of-a-kind shot of his mother hugging his real father, taken when he was nine during a family vacation while his dad was home on furlough the summer before he was killed in action overseas. The priceless photo represented the last days they spent together as a family, and minutes earlier, Aaron had rescued it from the pocket of a bloody corpse.

An only child, Aaron recalled how after his dad died he had attempted to hold his breath long enough to kill himself, concluding that self-suffocation was physically impossible. He often wondered how many other pathetic souls had tried it before resorting to more traditional and reliable suicide techniques. Now, four long years since his fathers death, vivid images of those techniques haunted him still.

Aaron was very angry: angry at himself, angry at the world, angry at God for taking his father, and for letting the last three days happen the last three horrible days. He remembered what his father had said to him many years ago: God doesnt stop bad things from happening, Aaron. He gives us comfort and hope, and the strength to deal with adversity and look for the good.

He glanced at the others. After all the horrors weve lived through together, I may have the makings for a brand new family here, he told himself. He smiled at the possibility and put on a happy face for their benefit.

So, where we headed? he asked brightly, his question directed at the driver of the car, Michael St. John, whom Aaron had known for just three days, yet loved like a father. It was a good question, and Aarons beautiful, loving mother, Ashley, and his best friend, Willy, sat up in the back seat and listened for Michaels reply.

Michael checked his watch. 7:05 p.m. He considered Aarons question for a moment. His immediate goal after leaving Sallys Diner had been to put as much distance between themselves, the dead man, and the approaching sirens as he could. He looked at Aaron, then back at the road, and decided to try a more comforting answer.

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